The evening world. Newspaper, September 19, 1914, Page 8

if tammeane Dat ones Dopey By fee eee Faesasinn — Nos, 63 te Becon4-Class Matter, ning FGngtand ‘and the Continent and All Countries in the International Postal Union. j0| One $2.80] One Year. Month START THE CURRENT. WT those who cry hard times consider: “8 What makes hard times? Ie it not often groundless fear | @owing out of foolish attention to hearsay and rumor? Is) ited retrenchment and hoarding on the part of a few, down the incomes of thousands of others, who in turn become nd whoee timidity sooner or later reacts upon the prosperity | — of thousands and millione—ineluding the original timid | e088 ‘ ‘The surest way to bring on hard times is to preach them. The surest way to avert hard times is to deny them. Tf et the present moment those who pull long faces and tie up | their money would only take the other tack—smile and spend—they eould make chort work of depression. | ‘Why not carry out the plans for which you have saved and for | aL. have the money? Why not paint the house? Why not new porch? Why not cement the cellar and put on the bay window just as you intended? Many stand ready to do the work promptly and cheaply. Re-| metmber, every job is nail in the coffin of hard times. - | Projected building changes, repairs, etc., in eighty-eight cities | | @f the United States showed a decrease in August of twenty-six per | cent. es compared with the eamo month a year ago. This is all wreng. Oalemity thrives on just euch mental etates. Don’t waste your savings, but don’t hoard them. Spend them @o you meant to. Give somebody a job, satisfy yourself and scare away herd times. ts met Sy _«. ‘The deve of peace to trying its wings in Washington— eager for a transatlantic flight, ——— «AN EXPERIMENT WORTH WHILE. ‘7 THE $4,876,000 increase which the Board of Education seks te be allowed to epend in 1915, a small part is intended for with vocational schoole and part time instrac- instruction will be tried out in five boroughs. : ‘of persons employed in different occupations throughout the amounts they vern and their chances for advancement, with manufactarere'who employ large numbers of $0 the advantage of increasing efficiency by instruction, are features of the programme, | Week at work alternating with a week at school may go far to J problem of how to help those who must toil early in office 0 the most of themselves. The worker will eagerly grasp promised. It ought not to be hard to make the em- is profit aleo. ——4 2 ‘The worst enemy of the high cost of living is the market Wit, Wisdom ” __, WHY DRAG IN THE VENUS? the physical culture experts tell us that, thanks to her . @aletic habits, the American gir! has enhanced her figure _ particularly shout the’ waist line—we wish they would old patronising comparison with the Venus de Milo. Why in thie cleagic marble lady who represented perfection of form to a bygone age? __» Weahould be sorry to eee the American girl resemble the Venus : weny particulars. We should be sorry to see her brow always so | Weed, or her nose always so straight, or hor general aspect so lacking Sad and piquancy. Compared with the light limbed attractions | @ And Philosophy MAN (tn the country who had just buried a rich rela- tive who waa an attorney very great expense of a country funeral in respect of car- riages, hat bands and scarves. Repartee by Samuel Foote. was complaining of the “Why, do you bury your attorneys “Oh, we never do that in London.” “No? said the other in great eur- prise, “How do you manage?” “Why, when the patient happens to die we lay him out in a room over | married night by himpelf, lock the door, throw | home of Copyright, 1814, by the Pres Pubtishing Co, (The New York Evening World), The Disagreeable Husband By Sophie Irene Loeb. WOMAN ning “Tired writes as tolled, slaved and deprived elf In order to own the little place called Lap oy © certainly is entitied to equal Regie: at least—that of getting a ittle bit of sunshine and not being continually confronted with the ever- lasting rain. . Tt ts a diMoult thing to deal with such men, who seemingly have no jeonse of gratitude or even be a4 ‘or the helpmate, and very often SHE is the woman’ who “made” them. They take it all as a matter of coarse, and to her it te a matter of A Wite’ follows: “Will some one kindly suggest & cure for a cranky husband who comes home every evening and starts a row without cause? We have been fifteen years, and ha’ a our own which I have helped mses Choowe her on her five- moving picture shows or y other harmlons pleasures that shi ht en- joy. It is JUST AS NECESSARY to A open the window and in the mornii . We ha : American young woman the Vetus is a heavyweight. | hee entry off." sisied pega L,caelgh pian We neve Rent, for recreations ; After all ideal womanly beauty is racial and relative. Even the | memt’*® raat of hint" [clothes and theirs (without thanks), Seasrvaee Wis =i ua with on her under Jip and a ring thr “Why, that we tell, not be- |My husband will rer allow me to t of it! " band, a weights P ing through her move | nev scauainved wits supernatural | go even to five-cent moving picture| ail you survey and become erebes w just claims. ter Is that there's @ strong mnell of Sno (408 chioete to all my Erlsnde) Scheele le sé ae As.srican girl is quite capable of supplying a siandard of in all respects satisfactory to this age. She is only waiting n Praxiteles with a chisel worthy to immortalize her, | + ‘Borvaat Girle’ Champion Has at Last Arrived.—Headline, Mow many more efterncons off wil! she need for him? ing.” nythin, A gentleman coming into the Cocoa | | Tree Tavern one morning during the | Duke of Grafton’s administration was observing that he wae afraid the min- latry were at their wits’ end, | ell, if it should be so,” | Foote, “what reason have the: complain of so short journey?” Foote and Garrjok, to t the Bedford, the former i ul ut his purse to the reck. | oning dropped @ gutnea which rolled " jin such « direction that they could |the car at the wrong crossing, mean: | mally: Sho if hile looking. back and jeering at ne would~ pansenge! Surel: ‘a bead) is eg ans. why old aba feeble Garrirk. \, F eempons, sald] ie, a% well ax women, should be SAhurk : forced’ to cross the street to board on ars Aiweya whee took pee Pedi og nllehtias idiom ® Cross ¢o)-—-ever contriving to make a guines ‘AN OLD | #0 further than any other man,” ne | Hits From Sharp Wits. We have had an argument as to who was the last surviving signer of! People are never curious to know the Declaration of Independence, John | what thelr neighbor good qualitius Adams or Thomas Jefferson. Will | are.—Deseret you kindly decide this argument and | give the age of the last survivor and, Perhaps, ho: ith? | who aid it m the date of hia dea’ ay pes : ISCRIBER. | 8! anger 0 80) peop! Neither Adams nor Jefferson was | —Phi jadelphia Inquirer t the last of the sigi Carroll was th ‘The man who waits for something 1882, at the age of ninety-six years,|to turn up usually finds himself He survived Adams and Jefferson, down in the long run.—-Maron both of whom died July 4, 18: it and ha in your the name et ae aes fe ats | parson to whom I shoul fer entering West Point. E. D. e: Gone to the dev allence, having. ‘To the Faitur of The Kvexing World: . what that cha than fiction. about. “Can eee thinkin, The more some people have the more they wapt, which may explain Thia is how I figure out 8. D. G.'s 1 problem: the secret of borrowing trouble, Consider the ninety men sixty! Yt takes a philonopher to reason Yanda ait, or | Seae.the, iainge be never ote, the q nce to do are the thin; e might 720 minutes (eight-hour day), would | produce sixty machines anda hat, | ave falled at, Macon, New or ninety machines. Now, if it takes! wild oats are not sown in the dark ninety minutes to pro- | of the moon.-/Toledo Blade. calls hie u Mittne # et or he tune brimstone in the room next morn-| who are respectable. clean home which he never jooks at, but stays in the kitchen or the bedroom verything. Evidently t nacular, den of lov: pe that ing themselves men, with an in- wn dis; just putting up with things, they be- come too old to break away or even to complain. Many of them go on suffering in|‘ make the appreciate the fact that a woman has ——— ISTER and Mrs. Fly were ait) wondering what pose we fly down on Mi: Lion’ cays ind listen to what he is dream- | foot with you. Don't consider your wit 80 much chattel, brought into the world for your express company or for a partnership to reap only the with | harvest of woe. Put forth a little effort to be kind, even if it HURTS woman, in the ver-| YOU. ‘picked a lemon in the yo | dt make you smile to yourself, T¢ there 19 one institu.) Don't always carry a ohip on your jacking, it is a court for | Shoulder to be knocked over by even husbands—buman beings bode Nrier 4 of the poor little wom: There is many a disagreeab) that is really the cause of the ane ging woman we hear eo much I never leave undone, and we have a and disagree: poaition to “knock” and pro- erything that ie desirabl nag- t that there are about, 1 sorry to hundreds of women suffering from the | Take her to a show once in a while, jsame affliction as thi red @ usual thing they marry very earl ‘As! A little tol | reflect a lit ving continued all the years,| doesn’t cost anything to tell that the house looks nice or that her din. ner is good. And if you are persistent in getting ‘alue received,” realize that just such conduct hi rarely failed to bring real returns in comfort and con. sideration for you. ‘Turn your grouch into a grin! wife. believing in the old adage of mi their own bed they must best of It. Such men o not | Jungle Tales for Children ——By Farmer Smith—— Copyright, 1914, by the Pree Publishing Co, (The New York Evenlog World), aval continued her hueba: ting on the limb of a tree,) "4 dreaming about you," Then Mra. F) looking down at Mister Lion, |interetted ena, her tittle e8 got a0 he was thinking|big it made her husband look at her in wonder, as she asked: “Wha \t he 1s dreaming about me?” Mister F' you tell what Mister Lion is jg about by the way his ears asked Mister Fly of his wii about you and his ears show that he i wiggling “I hear him! hear him!” ex. claimed Mrs. Fly, and with that she tickled Mister Lion's ear with her and wi ied it more than ie hs n ed en did a strange thing: He jumped up quick- ns iy and sneesed. - Mister and Mrs. Fly bumped and then looked at "| thor as Mister ” eaid you aay. my dea: they both flew ging of his capacity for strong drink. spectacle of a highly powdered little HOLD THAT PILLOW RYANT TO crme Copyright, 1916, by the Pres Publishing Oo, (The New York Evening World). ON MAN’S INGRATITUDE TO WOMAN. | 66 Y!" exclaimed the Widow delightedly, pulling off ber tong gloves, { as she glanced about the bisarre little tearoom, with its dim, soft lights and Oriental draperies, “what @ gem of a place! 1 ADORE it! Who brought you here?” she added re “Me?” The Bachelor tried to look up innocently, as he | Hghted hie cigarette. “I—I don’t know—what you mean?” | The Widow leaned back against the cushions luxuriously and sighed, “To speak tn plain Sanskrit,” she elucidated, “to whom am I indebted | for this charming little experience? WHAT GIRL taught you this new ‘wrinkle and led you to this painted paradise? Ob, of course it was a girl!” she continued hastily, forestalling the Bachelor's denial. “No man ever knows anything worth knowing until some woman teaches him!” “What!” | “And then be immediately rushes off to practice his knowledge oa | #ome other woman,” sighed the Widow. | “Of course,” agreed the Bachelor resignedly, “I admit that Man te etil! | in @ state of ignorance and barbarism"—— | “Glightly tempered by Woman,” finished the Widow hopefully. “But there! Never mind WHICH girl brought you here. She really doesn't count. It's the ‘next girl’ who always gets the benefit of Ler good works. Oh, dear! Oh, dear! The jngratitude of Man!" she moaned, sipping | orange pekoe tea with relish and watching the Bachelor out of the of her sparkling eyes. H “Who's ungrateful now? he demanded, setting down his cocktail glass. | “aren't you the ‘next gir!'—er—this timo?” “Next!” scoffed the Widow airily. “Oh, yes, that’s the only reward a | woman gets for all the time and trouble she takes in training her men ‘friends. She ts always ‘Next’ with some man—and reaps the fruit of some other woman's labors—never of her own. She never gets any gratitude from the men she has educated in the way they should go, and MADE" —— has finished teaching a callow youth how to dance jpoken to, he rushes. little thing with hiq 4ashing aplomb. One girl teaches a man how to flirt; and the moment he has acquired the rudiments of the game he’s off practising them on a tot of other girls. One woman teaches him that he has such a thing as @ heart, and before she’s half finishea"—— finished what?" inqutred the Bachelor. “Finished with his heart, Mr. Weatherby,” explained the Widow, “he has jerked it out of her hands and ts off breaking hearts on his own account. One woman polishes his manners and teaches him how to order a dinner— and another woman gets the invitations to his dinner parties. One woman spends ten years making a man of him—and another comes along and takes ten minutes to make a fool of him. One wife saves his pennies—and the next wife spends his dollars, One girl leads him to @ quaint, darling, un- heard-of tea room”—— “Wel broke in the Bachelor desperately, “that's reciprocity, isn't 1t? Don't you believe in passing your good works along? Haven't you ANY be Aas sighed the Widow, “but a woman gets tired of running @ char- ity bureau after a while. And training husbands for other women, who are training husbands for you, is like exchanging Christmas presents, giving something that you like and want in return for something that you may not ke or want. 11, wouldn't be so discouraging if the man you have wasted your time and energy in ‘making over’ would remember it once in R while and be a Iittle grateful. But he never is. He always either fancies he fs ‘self-made’ or that the Lord made him just what ho is, Whereas an interesting, presentable man is the Noble Work of Woman! Every man is mere”—— “Yea, and getting more ‘mere’ every day!” groaned the Bachelor. H * “Bvery man,” repeated the Widow composediy, ‘ls merely a composite refiection of all the women he has ever known!" “Pooh!” ecoffed the Bachelor. “Then every woman is merely & oom- posite reflection of all the men she has ever known. They all teach her"—— “But they never CHANGE her!" declared the Widow posttively. “Women was made from a bone, and she remains what ehe was born until the day she dies, But man was made from CLAY, to be moulded, developed, beautified and”"—— “And ‘finished’ by woman!” oried the Bachelor dramatically. “Of course,” acquiesced the Widow, smiling sweetly. But never ming! What I really want to know is WHO brought you here—whose géntle haad gulded you to this romantic spot?” “Well,” aid the Bachelor maliciously, “it was the girl who was here first by a man who told her that he was brought here first—by YO! “Bobbie Porter!” exclaimed the Widow, flushing indignantly. “The un- grateful little wretch! That's what comes of teaching a man anything!” ‘Chapters From a Woman’s Life CHAPTER LXXXII. afford to build, and travagance for some time. him a lovely evening dress and wrap: “Don't be foolish!” I testity returned; “It won't be my fault if I can help By Dale Drummond emg] ACK had found no fault with Once he had eaid, rather “The fall will be all the harder for “if things are different it will be it," he said, moodfly, a strange look ‘The Moulding of Men. The World }; By Clarence L. Cullen. COTE Yok ovata "Wert & HE only real “problem” in con- nection with most so-termed “problem” plays and novets is how to account for the gulleless- ness of the writ- ere of auch things in thelr attempt to make common, everyday facts of life seem surpris- ing or unusual. ‘The corner gro- ceryman knowe| what he ts going to do in certain contingencies when he hears one of his customers brag- Copyright, 2014, by the Press Publishing Co, (The New York Wreniag World). J me on account of my ex- — bitterly—I had just shown you when it comes, Bue.” your fault!” You 4on't have to be a mawkish in- dividual to feel sort of ornety at the girl with made-up eyes and ekin-tight ain- skirt on her way to school. pent wearily alt of our dis engaged ev se at the club. I played bridge and Jack cards of billiards, always for considerable money. He often lost, but instead of making him cautious it appeared to make him more reckless and he would only risk the more. “Coolidge, you are @ born gambler,” | Mr. Holman said one evening, when, after losing again and Ji insisted on raising the joker game. “That ia, old man, you ve fi the earmarks of one.” I laughed with the rest at his re- mark, but lad got deathly white tt tt savagely: ay abut up!” and resumed bis play ith apology. “ithis wae 0 unlike Jack that 1) in ke to him when we reacted home, i te This is about the time when the man just back from his vacation rest- iessty prowia around the office and bores ali hands to extinction by tell- ing them what an elegant time he had end he hae the saucers under his jeyes to prove it. Whi i EB 5 E i 5 Bs a iF E uF £ an i i i i @ man has been deacribed to ‘one of nature's noblemen” it! sort of grisly instinct with us to him up carefully to ascertain whether he is a prig. j There are mighty few girls nowa days who are not wise to the mar- ried lummox who seeks to enlist fem- {nine sympathy, for motives of his! own, by boo-hooing to them that his wife doesn't “understand him,’ ‘There are many perfectly and husbands who'd feel horribl: grilled if they knew how confidential their wives, away on vacations, be- come with comparative of both sexes with respect to their hus- bands’ traits. Nothing could be much more einis- ter than the spectacle, lately observed by me at a summer resort, of a wo- man of thirty-six in the liste with her daughter of eighteen to gain the at- tention and devotion of the same man. Los iy ullar how folke who nore aon litle hurted trip to Fraro} [S o way > inane inet was “The lest ‘That Frenchman who committed suicide because he was “tired of but- his clothes” He ‘HE Nd show such a little thing,” I retorted, realizing at to Jack it was no LIT. v ‘LE THING. “Here, Sue, what do that?” Jack asked one ni me the peper “Look in the personals,” I looked, then read with astonish- ti mer will pay no debts save those of my own contracting.” It wae signed $ Us of i E i a £8 i Ee 4 5 i the the t | Fat r i